Stormwind God

In Treasure Bay, New Kul Tiras, Jaina ended a hard day's work and returned to her mage tower. She waved a magic mirror and spoke a word.

"Gruel is dead."

"Well, as expected."

Jaina twitched her brilliant blond hair gently, then deliberately squeezed her magic twins: "Duke, when are you coming back?"

The seemingly understatement utters a surprising fact.

Correct! That's right! In the magic mirror, the person talking to Jaina is Duke.

"Ahem! My good apprentice, you are not good. Tell you, Han Han will ..."

"Sunned." The two unruly masters and apprentices spoke the second half of a sentence at the same time.

Jaina gave Duke a small, provocative look, spreading his posture openly, and showing the beautiful curve in front of Duke: "Then you come back!"

"Uh, I'm almost there. About three-quarters of the timeline has been closed. The rest can be pushed by brute force, but it's rough."

With a smile converging, Jaina said positively, "Duke, I ... we all miss you. You're not here, and although everything is fine, I always feel something missing."

Duke sighed: "I'll do my best. Hurry up, according to your time, you will be back in about a month. Just in time to finish."

"Well, this is the best news I've heard in three years. As a small reward, I will give you a dance." Jaina's smiling face has a charm. She raised her hand and an ice pipe appeared in the picture out of thin air. center of. Her elemental control is so pure, there is no edge or burr on the tube, just like a smooth tube in a steel mill through fine processing.

Around that pipe, Jaina danced lightly, making Duke's lips dry on the opposite side.

"Huh! Xiaolang hoof, you wait to die!" Du Mouk issued a declaration of defeat.

"Hum! I'm waiting!" Jaina patted her hips just like the demonstration.

The two then turned off communication.

The battle between the Alliance and the Horde was a one-sided sling. Especially when Gruul's huge head was hung on the bow of [Bismarck] as a bow image, it naturally caused the tribe's panic.

In fear, a large number of tribal people gave up their homes and began a long journey to evacuate to Orgrimmar, the only safe place in their hearts.

"How does Gruul feel weak?" Varian was a little puzzled during the video conversation at the throne meeting.

Jaina replied lightly: "It is not that he is weak, but that the entire Azeroth world is stronger. According to Duke, it is the will of the world that is aware of the crisis and is beginning to release more planetary energy that we do not understand. Energy can unlock our combat fetters and allow the local strong to advance to a higher level. "

Vasiqi took the words: "Well, I was also curious at first, why did Duke ask me to be loyal to the planet and swore to be a direct demigod of the planet. Now that I know, I can feel that my strength is increasing every day, although the magnitude Small. This is not the result of cultivation. It is purely a gift from the planet. "

Varian understood: "Although Gruul is a demigod, he has no intention of playing for Azeroth, so his strength has not increased?"

"Correct!"

If Duke is here, maybe he will say, ‘Gruul, a level 70 boss, still want to be crooked in a level 90 environment? If you do n’t find anyone, you are already giving face. How many pounds do you have, do you not have a b number in your heart? '.

This is really not there.

So Gruel died.

"Yes, the next person asks,‘ What should I do with the women and children who are trying to evacuate the orcs? ’” Kalia asked.

There was a silence in the throne meeting.

It was Varian who said fiercely first: "Twenty-five years ago, our fathers did not kill these green-skinned bastards. This is the biggest mistake. Do we still have to condone these **** for stealing their lives, and after 15 years, we will make a third to the Alliance Declared war? "

Apparently, the irritability he inherited from Wolf Godlin was attacked.

What he said was also true, but it was contrary to the teachings of the Holy Light.

Jaina suddenly said, "Let them go to Orgrim. The Alliance is always an anti-evil organization. There is no need to defile the glory of the Alliance in this matter. And a large number of refugees can easily defeat the tribe's own fragile food reserve."

"Wait! What if Garrosh's brain-minded order kills the Orc civilians, triggers an uprising, and then he is overthrown? Wouldn't this fight go on?" Muradin muttered.

Dwarves live much longer than humans. 29 years is far from the next generation. Ironforge and Loch Modan are the places that were most poisoned by orcs that year, and they still remember most of them.

The dwarves didn't want to stop the truce.

"Don't worry!" Jaina said resolutely. "Soon, the opportunity will come, and Garrosh will definitely take the risk."

At this time, Gelbin jumped up: "Hey! Wait! This kind of magical wording is not your style. Ms. Marcus!"

Normally in Azeroth, the rules of humanity are to marry the husband's surname. It was only that the four queens were in special status and Duke didn't care, and was allowed to keep their last names.

The dwarf leader of the great craftsman Gelbin pointed out the theoretical surname of Jaina, clearly referring to Duke.

Facing the hot eyes of the sisters, Jaina couldn't help but surrendered: "Well, I admit that I have contacted Duke. He will be back soon, about a month. This is his plan."

There was a burst of laughter in the throne meeting.

Everyone is used to being the boss of Duke. Varian is not bad, but there is a better and more perfect Duke, everyone wants to give in to Mao. And to eliminate such a big thing in the tribe, how to say that there should be a founder of the alliance like Duke, so it seems solemn.

Now that there is news from Duke, everyone naturally took the reassurance pills.

"Okay! We'll do our best. Now, we're waiting to push Garrosh for the last."

Garrosh was going crazy in Orgrimmar.

Having just destroyed Theramore, Garrosh felt that the gadgets of the northern fortress were not worth his shot, and returned to Orgrimmar to sit down.

Who knew that as soon as he went back, he ran into a rush of letters from all over the place.

"The chief, the number of people gathered outside Durotar has reached 300,000, maybe more, and the civil servants are innumerable. What should I do?"

"What to do? How do I know what to do?"

He was reckless and mentally disabled, but at least he had some common sense, knowing that the people wanted to eat. Where does Orgrimmar feed 300,000 mouths?